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dope lxrd - lxrd lyrics

[verse 1:]
suicide when i hit the mic and go do or die (brat brat!)
only you and i remain every other rapper crucified (hoo!)
going hard on the cocaine, opps got nooses tied
i’m blowing up like the propane got my doobie fried (whoo whoo!)
came up of a shard jigga, spitting bars that go hard quicker
the raps got real from the slanging pills and now all my homies at large wit ya
told my mama i’d keep it clean still be bean eating (yuh yuh)
make they raps collapse when i spaz and i still be lean sleeping (awwww!)
came up smoking og, mix packed in my conepiece
light buds got me hyped up when the trees smoked in my zone ghee
talking audemars can’t afford the car but i went and bought it (yah yah)
when i drop my bars and the opps won’t spar then it’s the end of all this
b-tch boys i ain’t play wit ya, snort lines of the caine quicker
your sister good but she acting hood i prefer to f-ck on your main b-tch yuh
age 16 but i turn these rappers to vein slitters (ching ching)
when i f-ck your b-tch she be filled with kids plus that caine in her (awwww!)

[hook:]
bow to the lord or i’ll slaughter em all, the lord will not fall
came out the gutter still toking the smoke, i’m over the dose
these rappers you like they don’t want me alive, their hopes are denied
recognise i’m a god i’m on top on the game, i’m off of the chain

[verse 2:]
shots fired at the top c-nt, flip six and i’ll drop one
for these pop c-nts dropping soft ones the suicide is their option
wake up and i toke trees, don’t matter where cuz i smoke weed
they were shard junkies then they heard my tunes and i turned em into some dope fiends
foot flat and the wheels spin, i got 328s in the building
the bars up to the ceiling your man spoke and we k!lled him
we left the lad with a heavy gash in a bodybag (hoo hoo!)
i was popping tabs it was not these lads they just copied that (yeah yeah!)
we be k!lling the beats till the rhythm defeats, all of these junkies
pills in the streets i ain’t building the heat, b-tch i just run keys
up with the moon and we charging till noon, out in the country
drive like a hoon sinking litres of goon, we do that for fun ghee
speed caps in my dacks lad, avoid wherever the jacks at
got em popping these yellow snapchats watch em shake jello they act mad
they ain’t hard c-nts they on shard c-nt, get em splashed up like i bathed one
when they hear my voice they act daft c-nt that ain’t respect that’s just laughter
swerve it round just to burn the ground watch me burning out in a 3-3
i won’t smoke it if it ain’t green, 328 it still the same team
white lines making zebra stripes on a red carpet (hoo hoo!)
no hate on me cos you won’t see a man who dead laughing

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